Title: Wishing It Was You
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective owners.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter One / Can't Move
"Miranda," Hearing my name roll of her tongue never ceased to send shivers down the length of my entire spine. "I left for lunch early. I knew you would work right through if I didn't bring you something." I raise my head from the prints of our latest photoshoot to catch a glimpse of her rose tinted plump lips moving with every syllable. "Steak from Smith and Wollensky?" Andrea raises the bag up questionably. "I hope that's alri-"
"Acceptable." I affectively cut my former assistant off before she works herself into one of her little frenzies. I stand and smooth out my black skirt with the palms of my hands. "Please.. Do sit Andrea. We have lots to catch up on." I signal for her to sit in one of the leather chairs in front of my desk.
"Alright," The brunette places the food on top of the glass desk before sitting down. "What's new with you?" She crosses her legs and my breath hitches in my throat at the sight: Her long, toned legs just begging to be worshipped under the thin, black Chanel pantyhose she wore. I sit opposite of her and watch, entranced, as the tendons and muscles move with every shift of her lower body. "Miranda?"
I shake my head, mentally chastising myself, and advert my gaze to Andrea's concerned hazel hues. "Sorry. I-uh- I'm doing well. Nothing new here. How are you enjoying the Mirror?" I ask grabbing our food from the sack on my desk. I took her meal out and hand it over before finding my own
"That's so good to hear, Miranda." Her voice is full of genuine authenticity. I carefully watch as she forks a piece of steak. "I'm actually loving it there. One of our lead columnist just had her baby and is on maternity leave. So, Barry gave me all of her stories." Her lips spread into that face-splitting grin that always manages to take my breath away. "I-I've even met someone."
My lips pinch in distain before I can even hide the reaction; fortunately Andrea seems to not notice as she continues on. "Her name is Venus and oh my god, Mir, she's perfect." I hold back the tears threating to spill and give the younger woman curt nods in between the details of her new found love. The word left a bitter taste on my tongue. But from what I gathered Venus is a redheaded, twenty-something year old Syracuse graduate. Who was working along side her at the job I got my Andrea.
"That's gr-great, Andrea," I grit out. "I'm happy for you." Lie. "We should all go out sometime!" I blurt, out of anger and jealousy.
"Really?" The beautiful woman's eyes lit up before me. "You really want to meet her?"
I mentally shake my head before I reply, "Well, I have to meet this," I pause trying to remove the scorn from my voice. "this woman you talk so highly about."
...tbh